Disclaimer: Ugh, for the last time, I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Contains SLASH, just like all the other chapters.

A/N: Ahh! Last chapter! I'm so excited! I really hope you like it! Hope it is all that in a bag of chips…….wow. He he, me and my friends keep saying that. Anyways! Hope you love the ending!

Last Chapter: The young Slytherin had just had a dream that seemed so real that he could still see the Dark Lords face in his mind's eye. It was unusually vivid. But it was most likely just his fears coming out.

Yes, he was in…love…with that annoying, whiny, beautiful, raven-haired attention whore. ------ Before he could even think to stop himself, Harry pushed off the wall and started walking up the corridor. And this time, he had an idea of where his feet were leading him. ----- Draco sat against the stone wall, his knees pulled up to his chest. He didn't really know why he came to the Astronomy Tower; he just had a gut feeling. -- A few moments later, the door to the Tower opened slowly, and a certain raven-haired, emerald-eyed Gryffindor walked into the stone room.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't exactly think the tower was going to be deserted, but he was a bit surprised to see his expectations were right. Green eyes met grey once more, and this time they were connected for at least a minute before the grey moved away. All was silent, all was still, and all was exceedingly uncomfortable.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco tried to spit out the name with the same amount of malice as before, but his voice shook slightly which ruined the effect.

"Same reason as you, Malfoy." It gave Draco some satisfaction and courage to hear Harry's voice shiver just as much, if not more than his own.

"And what might that be?" Draco said with his well practiced sneer set on his slim, pale face.

"You know," Harry said shyly, his eyes down cast. When Draco continued to look coldly curious, Harry sighed and continued. "You just felt like this was the only place you could be alone, but you had that feeling like you weren't going to be. And you kind of…didn't want to be…ugh I don't know." Harry finished as he set to leave. He just couldn't stand being so emotional in front of Draco Malfoy; he felt stupid, and had to leave.

"Wait!" Harry heard Draco yell from behind him, and turned around curiously. "Is that really why you came here?" The blond wizard asked Harry. Harry nodded slowly while turning back into the room. "So, you don't completely hate me? I thought you thought I was an annoying, selfish, ferret-faced Slytherin that didn't care about anything but himself," Draco said with a small half-smile.

"I did, and that hasn't really changed that much," said Harry with a slightly bigger half-smile than his companion. He walked over and sat in front of Draco, just far enough so they wouldn't touch accidentally. "I just thought, maybe we could actually talk, like friends." Draco looked down and after a long pause, Harry said, "I thought you were on the road to being a Death Eater. Why did you change sides? Or did you?" Harry finished with a seriously curious expression, he half expected Draco to hit him or walk out for starting such a personal conversation.

There was an extremely long pause while Draco just stared at his own fingers playing with the hole in the knee portion of his jeans. It seemed like Draco was considering letting Harry know something personal, and Harry let him think. After a few moments of complete silence, Draco looked up into Harry's eyes and started talking at once.

Draco told Harry about when he was smaller, how he had worshiped Voldemort, without even knowing what he was like. He had had dreams of becoming the Dark Lord's right-hand man, exactly like his father. He had followed his father around like a little mini-me, wanting to do everything like him, walk like him, talk like him, and-when he finally received his own wand-be as powerful as him. When the Dark Lord had returned to power, he had begged his father to let him tag along to the Death Eater meetings. He wanted to meet the greatest wizard of all time; he wanted to see the face that striked so many people speechless, but he wouldn't let him.

"Then one day, this past summer, my dad finally took me. I was so excited, but all I saw was a mad-man and his crazy, mind-less followers. My high opinion of my father vanished as I saw him kneel before You-Know-Who. My life had changed." Draco finished, looking down at the ground between himself and Harry.

Harry stared in stunned silence. Before now, all Harry saw in Draco was an annoying, taunting Slytherin who didn't have feelings and didn't do anything unless it benefited himself. But now, Harry understood that Draco was a real human being. He felt pain inside and out. He's cried before, even if it was in his early years when his family name or reputation couldn't stop him.

Draco looked up and their eyes met. Before he knew what he was doing, Harry leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his long time nemesis. There was a long moment when Harry just held on to him. He even felt a small, warm tear on his cheek before he quickly swiped it away.

After that, Harry and Draco talked and talked well into the late morning. They talked about their emotional pasts, what life was like living with Muggles and everything in between. When Harry began talking about Muggle inventions and traditions, Draco stared shamelessly. Draco had never been in a five feet range of a Muggle, and knew nothing of how they lived. It actually made Harry laugh a bit.

While they were talking, Harry had moved beside Draco, completely forgetting what had happened the last few days. Every thought was focused on his and Draco's conversation. I can't believe I ever thought he was annoying! Harry thought. The truth was that Draco was quick-witted and sarcastic, but in a funny way. Harry now had to also agree that…well…Draco was pretty damn hot.

"So let me get this straight, Muggles think that witches are evil, have green skin, warts and huge noses, and kidnap kids to lock them up in tall towers? Ugh, Muggles are so dumb." Draco said rolling his eyes, then added with a smirk: "But that tower part does sound pretty fun." Harry couldn't help smiling. Then it all became silent. It was a bit awkward, neither could think of another topic. Harry just sat there, playing with the hem of his cloak, and Draco seemed to be deep in thought.

When Draco slowly lifted his head, and their eyes met, Draco's expression was openly pleading, desperately calling out. But for what? Harry thought, even though he had a rough idea. Harry's lips cracked into a smile as he leaned to press them against Draco's. Draco immediately kissed back. It was gentle and caring, Harry felt like this moment was saving Draco's and his own life, and when the kiss was broken, the two were both smiling shamelessly.

A few seconds passed where they just looked at each other, both scared to make another move. Finally, Draco leaned over to Harry quickly and planted his mouth against his once again. This kiss was greatly different to the one before, it was roughly passionate-but not brutal. Teeth clashed and tongues fought for dominance.

A few moments later, the two were lying on the ground, Draco's laying flat on his back and Harry half over him. Both heads of hair were ruffled and Harry's glasses were off in a corner.

"Hold on." Draco panted as Harry started to pull his own shirt over his head. The blond Slytherin quickly reached for his wand and gave it a quick flick. Harry smiled and continued to remove his clothes as he heard a faint click of the tower door lock shutting into place.

A/N— Did you guys like the end?! I hope so; I hope it wasn't too cheesy. Please review and tell me what you think! Even if you hated it, review and tell me why! But this is my first story, so please be gentle. I might be starting another story soon, but I'm going to take a break for now. (Unless a bunch of you guys review and tell me to keep writing! D) Bye for now!!

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